I remember one of my earliest encounters with nail polish.
I was in grade 2, and I specifically remember asking my mother for nail polish. I discovered it in my stocking that Christmas and was beyond thrilled! There was a pink one and a white one. I loved the white one the best.
Soon after that I discovered how people didn't 'understand' nail polish too.
I got a grey/black/white striped sweater for school in grade 3. I loved it so much (I rarely got new clothes) that I coordinated my white nail polish with it. I didn't understand top coats or base coats plus I chewed my nails. I'm pretty sure they looked terrible, but I thought they were kick ass. I always painted my own nails. My mother never painted them and I never asked her to.
So I get to school and I sit down and some kid sees my nails and says "Did you paint you nails with white-out? Or paint or something??"
"No! It's nail polish!"
"Nail polish is red. You're lying!"
So I didn't wear it again. Isn't that sad? I just stopped wearing it because it wasn't 'right' and I wanted everyone to accept me. It makes me mad to this day that I stopped wearing it. I should have just wore it. Little 7 year old Candy, I loved it and I want you to know that. I wish I had a time machine to slap that kid in the face. UGH!
Right now, I'm wearing grey, which you'll see in a minute.
I bought a dotting tool! Essence sells them! It's the only type of nail art I can do so I played around with it, and look!!
Uniform dots!!! All by myself! HA! The dots are Color Club "Harp on it", which it's a great, non-fussy holo. It's works really well and doesn't leave bald spots or dragging and it isn't thin.
The blue is two coats of Maybelline Color Show in "Blue Freeze" which is a blue microglitter with a hint of purple and teal glitter in it as well. It doesn't have awesome staying power. I had obvious tip wear in less than a day. By the time I was at my parents house for Easter (about 5 days after piss-poor application) I was picking it off.
And here's the grey one! It's Sally Hansen's CSM "Ion", which was fussy. Three coats. Unacceptable. And then I layered one coat of Revlon's "Heavenly" over it. "Heavenly" kind of reminds me on a smaller-particle'd verision of OPI's "Lights of Emerald City" glitter from their Oz collection, which I don't own so I can only speculate at this pont:
I like this combo a lot. It photographs like crap. Come on! It looks like I have weird nicotine fingers here or something, ew!!. No happy with the photographs at all. And yeah I still don't have a lightbox. One of my coworkers is Maddy from
Spilled Polish. I'll ask her help in finally building a lightbox. Promise! Two nail-philes working 10 feet from each other. I don't know how we get any work done ;)
And now the non nail stuff.
I haven't been on here a lot, and for that I am truly sorry. Whenever I blog, I'm all like "Wow this is fun! Why don't I do this more??" It's like seeing a friend you haven't seen in a while!
I've been travelling to other cities for my job a few days out of the month, and Nitz's family is putting Nana's house up for sale, so I was over there for a bit. My cuticles were a battered mess for a while.
I bought Dante a new perch. The old one was getting ratty and tattered. I am planning to film a small video with him and have it up soon.
And now for a bit of heavier news.
Nitz and I have been through a lot. Seven years of a lot, to be exact. And a couple weeks ago, we had a chat. Nitz is no longer my boyfriend. It was shocking and startling and sudden, but he asked me to become his wife. You kind of have this day/event/moment planned out in your head. I figured when the time came, I would just jauntily say something, maybe even be a bit sarcastic or funny, but no, I just did the stupid teary eyed thing and held my hand up to me face and and said yes. Blew that moment, Candy. Nice goin'. It was a private affair at home, on the couch, after a wonderful spring day spent down town. It was a regular day, doing regular things, and that made it even more surprising for me. It's kind of hard to surprise a snoopy girl like me, especially after 7 years.
At some point lately, Nitz and I were both getting asked with greater frequency when this was all going to go down, even someone asking me why *I* didn't just ask Nitz. But I figured Nitz wanted to ask (he later confirmed he would handle a female proposal badly), and I am not the type to push him, and why rush things? We were enjoying our time together. Honestly, it doesn't feel like 7 years at all. Just a really great time. 2,744 really good days :)

I had discovered the ring box last September, but I didn't open it, and I didn't say anything, because I figured that was Nitz's moment to share, like I said, and he would choose the time and place. I didn't want to take that away from him. I am the snoopiest of the snoops. Seriously. As it turns out, I picked out the ring at an impromptu lookie-loo at a jewelry store in 2009. He said he wished he did it sooner, but he psyched himself out, and that day seemed like a great-a-day as any. He can be cute in dork-tastic way. He tells me that a proposal is horrible pressure, and it was very stressful. That made me feel really bad :(
So now there's planning, but I don't want to bore people with the details, so I won't speak of it much unless something totally interesting pops up. Like cakes or shoes.
I've already had questions about the 'gaps' a traditional wedding band would leave, and I'll get a custom one, no worries.
So please go out and enjoy this lovely Easter weekend! My car is getting cleaned tomorrow. It's seriously nasty. I should take a picture. Even I can't believe how disgusting it is!